The Diary of Mufassa

One day my sane me will revolt against my dreamer me and ask, 'Why do you create emptyness when there is none?'. My dreamer me will have to answer, does an artificial vacuum propel us forward, or suck us into destruction? How much is it worth to change yourself for an empty dream? A thousand questions, but the dream throws back a blank stare from the cold distance. A thousand doubts, but the diary stays silent. Why speak then, when no one listens? Why create a vacuum, when nothing comes in? Let the sane me lead me to my normal destiny. Let music and the rush of wind sing a lullaby to my dreamer me. Words, it's a cold winter night. Time to hibernate!

Something is not true about this - otherwise why are we so scared to show it off? Am I just building sand castles and trying to pretend to myself that it's real? Why does the distance feel so terrible - why am I scared to let go for even a moment? Why do I feel this emptiness when I'm not chasing happiness? "Out of sight, out of mind" - that's me for everyone except the ones I deeply care about. Is it is same for you too? Will you miss me if I'm late or gone, or nothing will change, just like it didn't for so many of them? Do you miss me in your sorrow? Do you miss me the same in your happiness too? I struggle to understand, and believe - because there is so less tangible between us! I created a dream to escape a death trap - then why do I feel so entangled? Can emptiness be so suffocating - or is it me desire to shape the emptiness to something beautiful? ------------ A last bus - and a tired girl - and seats full of nosy people. He takes her to t...